Thursday, August 11, 2011

amor fati

she has no eyes to flirt or promise. but she sees all sees and understands with a wisdom that is godlike in it's scale. i stand at the gates of her intellect and i am blinded by the light within. how stupid must i seem to her. how childlike and uncomprehending.

her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. she does not hate. she does not yearn. she is untouched by joy or sorrow. i worship her, though i am unworthy. i cherish the purity of her disdain.

she does not respect me. she does not fear me. she does not love me.

they think she is hard and cold, those who do not know her. they think she is lifeless and without passion. they do not know her. she has not touched them. she touches me, and i am touched by god, by destiny. the whole existence courses through her. i am her slave. no freedom was ever so sweet.

my love, i would stay with you forever, would spend my life within you. i would wait upon your every utterance and never ask the merest splinter of affection.

fate. fate, i love you.

V for Vendetta, Allan Moore. Vertigo; DC comics. pg 38-39

no other literary fiction share my exact sentiments on the matters of fate.


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